Tag: memoir

There is a faraway place, locked away somewhere deep inside my mind. It’s a distant place, with happy people I barely recognize, and every December they come back to visit. Their happy faces taunt me and their foolish ignorance hurts me. There is an immeasurable aching pain in my chest as I watch them. It’s… Continue reading Christmas Memories of Happy Years Gone By…

Happy Saturday! Today is part five of my Morning People writing challenge and I have forty-one minutes before my noon cut-off time – so here it goes… The evolution of Saturday mornings. Early on, Saturday mornings began before the sun came up. As a kid, I was always up at (or sometimes even before) dawn.… Continue reading Saturday Mornings (Morning People Pt. 5)

So here we are, Day Six of my 30-day writing challenge. Today was a particularly draining and all I want to do is curl up in my pajamas and read a good book (maybe re-read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for the tenth time?), but here I am writing. Looking back at today’s… Continue reading Italian Memories (Writing is Hard Pt. 6)

Dear Rue, Where should I begin? I guess I could go all the way back, back to the day I got dressed up in a pretty pink dress, walked into the hospital room and saw you, red and wrinkly, sleeping in a little, clear crib. I guess I could start there, but our story is… Continue reading A Letter to My Little Sister

My dad was dead. My mom was depressed. My sister was a mess. And I was fine. I mean, sure, I was sad, but sad an appropriate, normal amount. I was handling things. I was the responsible one. I was organized. I did my homework. I cleaned the house. I was the one who kept… Continue reading I’m Fine: My Obsession with Control

I sit quietly in an eerily familiar room, now a stranger. I look around the darkened room and suddenly see the computer against the wall transform into a black keyboard. Even though I know the walls are painted a pretty purple, I see the old-fashioned wood paneling creeping its way up the wall. I try… Continue reading Returning to My Childhood Home